The problem is all inside your head
Scully said to me
My science it will help you, if you
Take it logically
I'd like to help you with this X-Files
To find your abuctee
There must be fifty ways
To find his liver

She said its really not my habit
To intrude
Not to mention, I hope my logic
Won't be twisted or misconstrued
But I'll repeat myself
Cause I can always have you subdued
There must be fifty ways
To find his liver
Fifty ways to find his liver

CHORUS:
Is it under that rock, Bach?
Look under the seat, Pete
Check in drawer, Lor
Its gotta to be here....
Was it left on the bus, Gus?
Or in some hutch, Dutch?
Did you leave it with Beer, dear?
Its gotta be here...

She said it grieves me so
To see you in great man pain
I wish there was something I could do
To make you bounce again
I said I appreciate that
And would you please explain
About the fifty ways

She said "Do you believe me now that
Science is the path that's right?...
Cause I think that in the morning
You'll begin to see the light
And then she ditched me
And I realized she probably was right
There must be fifty ways
To find his liver
Fifty ways to find his liver

CHORUS

Author: Reade

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